ArtAttack
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| "Pleasure isn't a crime" | |
| ArtAttack | |
| Player: @Belah Nain | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Scrapper |
| Security Level: | ' |
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| Real Name: | Sarah |
| Known Aliases: | ' |
| Species: | ' |
| Age: | Mid-30s |
| Height: | 7'0" |
| Weight: | 585 lbs |
| Eye Color: | Blue |
| Hair Color: | Variable |
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| Nationality: | ' |
| Occupation: | ' |
| Place of Birth: | ' |
| Base of Operations: | ' |
| Marital Status: | ' |
| Known Relatives: | ' |
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Afraid of Herself
Sarah had always felt... different.
She liked breaking her toys. Not because she was violent or angry, but because she liked feeling strong. Of course, she was always careful when she did so, so she wouldn't get caught. She'd often explain the missing toys as given away, or lost, or otherwise innocuous explanations for why they so often disappeared. As she got older, the urge never left. If anything, the pull only felt stronger.
But so did the guilt.
If budding serial killers were often picked out at an early age because of dangerous, destructive behaviors... what about her? Was she some kind of monster in waiting? Was she going to turn into some kind of violent sociopath? What about all the videos and pictures she'd kept? Her heroes were Wrecking Belle, Crush Hour, and of course... Belah Nain. Of course, her fear and anxiety kept her from getting close to the Succubus of Smash. What if Belah sensed something wrong in her? Picked her out as a monster, a threat to friends and loved ones? She adored Belah, but couldn't bring herself to attend any of her shows.
Meeting Your Heroes
Sometimes your best friends are the best worst influences.
Take her closest friend, confidant, and occasional partner in crime for example: Someone who might have teased, but always with a smile. A friend who occasionally encouraged Sarah's habit without judgement, without regret, and with her own degree of curiosity for this particular pleasure.
So when Sarah was piled into her friend's crappy little car and shuttled off to the Demolition Divas club for "just a few drinks and taking in the sights", Sarah couldn't protest too terribly much.